As the agents arrived one by one, the Talon operative known on field as "Arclight" appeared from seemingly thin air. Unlike everyone else he seemed to be running the Talon uniform, albeit a little modified to his own tastes and skills it seems. He was here since the start of the call, simply camouflaged, but it seems he may have gotten bored of sitting in hiding waiting for everyone. All he had were his thoughts... Looking around at who the other 'special forces' were he was almost appalled. Who was this child who just arrived? And why was this one person covered in filth? What kind of duty was he on field for? Sifting through the trash? Christ, everything in Talon seemed nice and orderly until he met his "fellow specialists", he already cared very little for them. At least a few of them seemed to be right-minded. Maybe it was too soon to judge, but one thing's for sure, it'll only be their abilities he may or may not respect for them for.

"So, what's our merry band of men supposed to do today sir?"

"Don't beat yourself up over it." The cyborg said as he slacked on his seat, changing to a more lax position. All of a sudden, D-A was shocked when a thunk sound was made and he could feel something, or in this case someone, resting on his shoulder. The engineer even muttering something about Russians being bad gamblers, which made the cyborg chuckle even as the young girl was on his shoulder. It wasn't long however before all-too familiar silhouettes appeared and they entered the room in all their splendor. Somewhere inside his mechanical body, D-A could swear his inner fanboy swelling up just screaming "squee" at the top of his lungs. Tapping Zhi repeatedly, but lightly on her head to wake her up, D-A fixed his sitting position to something more formal and less like he just came back from war and was dead tired.

When 76 just spoke, D-A was just about to gush all over, he felt like he could explode and die happy. He was barely paying attention to what the soldier was saying, all that got his attention was Mercy turning on a screen showing the team rosters, and much to his dismay, looks like he'll have to butt heads with the infamous tickler once again. But hey, at least they were a pretty solid team nonetheless. He began to look over his team and if his face could flash a smile, he would be grinning from ear to ear, but he hopes that some flashing lights would have the same effect...Probably not.

"Just keep your grubby hands to yourself. Got that?"

He didn't even wait for a response from the redhead. The farther those hands were away from him, the better.

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Lux had a neutral expression as the tickler placed an arm over his shoulder, Lux didn't object the touch or pushed the arm off him, Lux simply listened to the nanobiologist speak his piece. Lux looked to be spacing out but he was listening intently at T.H. and everybody else all of who were saying their own things which Lux didn't process too much as he deemed the comments not important enough to respond to. T.H. spoke his mind about hard light and if he could see it's ability, which Lux simply responded to with a curt nod of his head and a quick,"Affirmative."

After that the tickler let go of him as the advisors of Deltawatch came in one at a time. A rare smile crept to the corner of lips as he sees Lena Oxton or better known as Tracer walked into the room. Lux was cool towards most people but Tracer was an exception to that coolness, she helped him come here and is helping find his place in the world. It was illogical to hold such high regard at somebody but he couldn't help it.

Lux listened intently at the commander as he spoke, his expression returned to its stoic expression. And then finally the list of the team came up, his teammates were, Red Robin, Flashover, and Clover. He didn't feel strongly about any of future allies, but that will change one way or another in the upcoming mission. The first to speak up on his team was Flashover. Asking the strike commander what the mission will be. Which was pointless since the strike commander wouldn't be so careless as to leave them clueless about their mission. "Flashover, you should give the soldier a moment, he will get to that, I think he wants us to talk amongst ourselves and figure out our roles in the team for the upcoming mission..." Lux spoke bluntly.

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Medix was tapping her foot on the metal ground as the agents waited for the rest to show up, Medix hated waiting. Finally, Reaper spoke up with his deep gravelly voice, reprimanding the late agents, which caused Medix to let out a small giggle. She would be more than happy to punish them, there has been a few experiments that she wanted to test out on human subjects, the rats died too quickly to get anything out of it. Finally, three more agents showed up, Heliox and Scorn, and lastly Arclight. Heliox was one of the few omnics working for Talon, and Medix wondered why Talon let the beast have a mind of its own. At least she can still melt with her gun if it ever betrayed them. Scorn was an odd case of an agent, she was more loose with her relations and alliances, but she was useful in a fight, she was also fun to be around. Scorn asked Reaper what the mission will be, Medix let out a grin and sweetly say, "Be patient, Scorn darling, we will get to the fun soon enough~" Arclight was a strange case, that strange case is having a stick up his ass. But a sniper is always useful. As the young spoke, Medix cheerful smile became a more agitated expression as she looked the young man over. She would like to see how long he can handle her testing, but he was barely on time so that will have to wait.

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Zhi-Ya furrowed her brow slightly as she felt someone tapping her on the head and then someone tried to tickle her. Suddenly her eyes snapped wide open as if she had a nightmare, "No! Don't take away my ratio..ns.." The last part of her sentence died out as she realized where she was, her face going slightly red in embarrassment. The meeting had just started and all the Original Overwatch members were standing in front of her. "...Sorry." She mumbled, bowing her head slightly.

As Morrison spoke, she saw the projector show the teams they were in. She didn't mind who she was with, as long as they all worked together like a well oiled machine. She couldn't help but chuckle at T.H.'s statement, giving him a nod in agreement, "I hope I can be of use to you all." She said to her team with a warm smile. She felt a little more awake now, after her silly outburst. She really needed to fix her sleeping schedule now.

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The Mech Pilot was about to say something in response to Louis (A snippy remark about how lightly he's taking the mission), but Commander Morrison stepped into the room, and that was enough to keep Phoebe's mouth shut. Merely out of respect of the man who she heard stories about. She had nothing but respect for him, and his talent (Why she signed up to his team in the first place). The Sarin girl neatly folded her hands together onto the table, and listened to everything Commander Morrison had to say.

Informing them of Phoebe's new team... Phoebe was delighted to learn that she was going to be a team leader. Probably due to the immense combat prowess that she had demonstrated from her years of working as a mech pilot (But, a part of her feared it was less her talent, and more of favoritism because Jack knew her parents). Disregarding that, she was wondering who was going to be on her team.

The screen was polite enough to tell her... and, of course, it was Louis. She grit her teeth (baring them) as she hung her head a little bit, shrugging her shoulders. She stared at Louis briefly, before her gaze turned over towards Robin... That smug bastard is probably laughing it up that she managed to score Louis, and he got the heavy hitters of the group. At the same time, Phoebe has D-A, and Zhi-Ya. Two competent soldiers in their own right - but, just don't have the best personalities if she had to be honest if herself.

But, she'll make it work.

A brief sigh escaped her lips as her team gathered around. It was up to Phoebe Sarin to keep it together, and she was going to do it. Louis was the first to say something... only to get swat down by D-A. Well, while Phoebe doesn't care for Louis, she knew that incidents like this would ruin team cohesion.

"Hey, hey, hey," Phoebe butt in, turning over towards D-A. "D-A, that was uncalled for. Know we all got some... reservations against Louis, but that's in the past now."

She said in a calm tone.

"From here on in, we're a team, and we have to act like one. Which means no bickering like that. We need Louis' healing as much as we need your blades."

Nodding her head, she hoped that would be enough to defuse the tension, and sighed as she leaned back in, looking over towards Zhi-Ya.

"Yeah, I've been meaning to work with you, girl, you're one of our best engineers," Phoebe warmly smiled, before turning her attention to the rest of the group. "I know we can all do good things if put our heads together... and I'm certain Morrison thinks the same thing."

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Laughing from his partners' reactions, Louis was doubling over as he puts his gloves back on. He was super glad that they didn't know much about him nor his capabilities...it was going to be a fun mission. After all, getting into people's heads was one of his traits that he deemed was very useful...both in the literal sense and physical sense thanks to his Nano Tech. Plus, he was kinda glad that Phoebe was the leader since it would leave to interesting interactions when they find out he can copy their equipment...well for a limited time. He just a joking salute to the leader and starts sitting back down on the ground to relax a bit.

"Sir yes si~...oh wait it's ma'am. Riiiggghhttt...so you guys are obviously excited to work with me from all these loving comments I'm receiving. My healing isn't that great, not like it works on a molecular scale to repair cell damage in such a rapid pace that it destroys my own equipment, noooo....oh whatever shall we do for a healer? So...what else can you guys do besides the bladey thing and building machines...what can you specialize in Leader Phoebe? Quite curious since well, we all may die or live in the next mission together. It'll be a great place to be in...our next mission, with you three being serious and just me laughing on the side...someone should take a photo if we get the chance to at the site."

@Mr Allen J@Rekaigan@Haru Nyan

As the Commander searches around for any questions, the eagar Flashover asks about what their mission will be. Lux responded that he should be patient. The rest were mostly comments about their own teammates. Everyone seemed to be in agreement, though some cautious tones were placed upon the Tickling Hero, but with rather "reasonable" reasons. After around thirty seconds, Morrison brings his hand up, with the other advisors telling the new recruits to be quiet and listen. As soon as everyone quieted down, he begins to speak again.

"Now," he says confidently, "Onto the mission briefing. After all, you guys aren't here just to be placed into teams and not get to do anything right?"

Robin chuckles slightly at that response, but not in a way to disturb the entire room.

"Anyways," continues Morrison, "Your mission is this..."

Mercy, with the controller, presses a button which reveals a holographic map of what appeared to be a train station of sorts, with two white lines being rather parallel to one another.

"Two freight trains are going to leave from Leningrad Station up to Moscow's Station. In both trains, lie two artifacts that will be presented in the Kremlin Armory. In train R-105A, it carries armor from one of our old members, made of pure titanium alloy, being almost unbreakable. In train B-390, it carries an arm cannon that can blast a beam so strong it could level a skyscraper. Your mission is to simply board one of the trains and escort them on their way to the station. One in train R and the other in train B. Reasons why is with rumors going around that Talon may try and intercept the train in an attempt to steal the artifacts. We cannot let them get into their hands. You'll also be supervised with one of our very own in person, but only in this mission. One of you will be assisted by Zarya, and the other, McCree. Any questions so far?"

Robin was the first to ask a question.

"Well... before we get into anything else... uh, how are we going to get there? You do realize Russia is like across the~"

"Symmetra's teleporters will transport you there." answers Morrison swiftly, "We had permission from the station to have them set up there ahead of time. You will be teleported by the station in which the trains will leave."

He then looks around the room amongst the recruits.

"Any other questions?"

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The clock hits 9:45. Reaper looks in the reflection of the window to see who has arrived. Looks like everyone has arrived on time. Good. With that, he slowly turns to face the elite forces that stand across from him. He takes a quick second to inspect everyone within the room.

"All right..." he says with a hiss, "Everyone listen up. You all have a job to do today. One of up most importance."

He signals one of the workers in which he presses a button on his panel, revealing a table coming straight from the ground. Reaper approaches it and presses a side button, revealing a holographic map, very similar to that of what Overwatch is using.

"These two trains are going to leave Leningrad station to Moscow in only ten minutes. And each train carries an artifact somewhere in the freight holds. We need to steal them. In train R-105A, it carries a strong set of armor used by one of the old members of Overwatch. It is said to be near inbreakable, which can be a valuable asset if we can get our hands on it. In train B-390, it carries a powerful arm cannon that can be used to level a skyscraper. Think of the Doomfist, but in an average laser cannon. Overwatch will most likely send some task force to help protect the artifacts, so prepare for some resistance. Their destination is the Kremlin Armory and we must not let this opportunity to retrieve some new gear pass our way. It will pass this route fifteen minutes from now, at 10 AM exact, so prepare and get to the stealth copters, where they will drop you all down. Half of you to train R, and half to train B. Any questions that must be answered before you leave?"

Much as he hated it, D-A really had no other choice but to agree with Phoebe's statement. He mulled it over for a moment, his robotic eyes closing as he hummed and allowed himself to calm down to a more...relaxed level. Yeah, deep breaths. He glanced at boss man Robin's team and could only look at his ragtag group of badasses and couldn't help but feel just a tad envious at them. "Lucky bastards..." he murmured and hoped that no one near the vicinity could hear him. Then that Redhead just HAD to run his stupid mouth over thinking he's hot shit with all his doodads and watchamacallits, if he thinks he's such a special snowflake more than the rest of them then the gloves come off...Pun not intended. Upon hearing this, D-A could swear his blades were just about to pop open, slash and tear through T.H. reducing him into nothing but mere ribbons....A pity that it's only going to be a fantasy in his head for now. Internally, D-A was just trying to keep his cool, barely managing to explode into a ball of bottled-up anger. He could feel it right now, he could just pounce and tackle him then and there, but no. No. No. Play it safe, keep it cool, not when all the heroes are here.

"Anyone ever tell you to shut your trap if you don't have anything nice to say? That had just about the subtlety of wet tissue paper." Truth be told, D-A would much rather die at the battlefield rather than get healed by tickles of all things. At least it would be a more honorable way to go.

Before he could even get in another word, 76 was just about ready to debrief them with their first mission! Get. Fucking. Hype. Seems like they're going to be guarding two precious artifacts. While D-A would've preferred the blood-pumping, adrenaline-filled, hyperactive scene of all-out battle, getting a little too stab crazy with his swords might put him at a bad position. Or worse, his early death. Rather than complain about the mission he simply decided to let it be, and hey Zarya or McCree. Whichever one they had to go with, it's still going to be an epic guard duty.

"Yeah, I got one. What's the chain of command for this mission?", he piped up. His other missions he was working under senior agents and they gave him the orders. This was a ragtag crew though, and no senior officer was assigned. If they didn't have someone to call the shots, and someone to keep track of what everyone was doing, this can go south very, very quickly.

Not to mention he already had some plans on what to do for this mission. He wondered if he could grab some explosives from the armory too before leaving for this. If they wanted to increase their chances of success, stopping the train should be one of the things at the top of their list, especially if other Overwatch agents were going to be present, this wasn't a simple trainjacking. Not to mention he'd have a stationary area to watch over and snipe on, it'd be perfect.

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Abashed by the chiding from Lux, Michael held his hands up in shrug. "Right, you're right, sorry. I'm just, you know, real excited to do this. I guess my role would be...getting hit by stuff. My suit's meant to survive a collapsing building, and it's pretty bulky, so I can take a lot when I'm wearing it. I also know first aid, and how to maintain fire protection equipment, but I don't think that'll be super useful on most missions." Mike chuckled before falling silent as the advisers shush him and his fellow recruits.

Soldier 76 continued the briefing, explaining Deltawatch's upcoming mission to defend a pair of important artifacts traveling through Russia. It sounded simple enough to Michael, just stick with the important things, make sure no one gets hurt, and keep the civilians safe. And there were only rumors of a Talon attack, if they were lucky, that's all it would turn out to be, and Deltawatch would have an easy first mission.

At Morrison's request for further questions, after answering Robin's, Michael once again spoke up. "Yes! Who's going with who? And who's going with what train? Uh, hang on, I can word that better, like is McCree with my team, or Exusia? And which team is going with the R train with the armor?"

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While Zhi-Ya understood her team's general dislike for the tickler, she also didn't understand it either. Yes, he sounded a little annoying, but he was correct in his own way. This team did seem a little stiff, but it was a given. They were effectively a military team.
"I've also been wanting to work with you as well, Phoebe. If you don't mind, I'd like to take a look at your mobile armour some time." She responded in kind. The engineer had almost disagreed with Phoebe on the 'best engineers' thing, but it seems that being modest around people in these parts turns into a 'Yes you are'/'No I'm not' argument of some sort.

She put her hand on D-A's shoulder to try calm him down, "It's okay, D-A. We are team mates for this mission, just be tolerant for now. Internal conflict doesn't help." She said in a gentle tone. The engineer looked over at Louis and gave him a smile.
"Unfortunately, I don't do much other than create machines. However, I did like to play chess when I was younger." She replied simply. It seemed quite apparent that her bouncing energy from earlier had mellowed out a little, which is usually how things went.
"Perhaps there may be another way for you to heal without tickling? Unless that is your trademark.. But please understand that not everyone is comfortable with it." She added. Zhi-Ya, although she wasn't ticklish, wasn't very comfortable with the idea of being tickled for healing either.

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"Dibs on the laser," Scorn joked, giving a slick snicker. It ended with a cough which she covered with her hand, she briefly glanced at the glove and to her surprise there was a speckle of blood. She quickly wiped the glove off and for the time forgot about the blood. It could be worried about after the mission when she had free time to process it. One of the other agents asked a question. The sniper that she had started to call stick due to his rather routine professional behavior and no fun attitude when he seemed to be around.

"The stick has a point," Scorn said ",The Over-brats are going to be organized and we'll need a head of our own to stay on task." As much as Scorn hated to having to answer to someone else, if they were going to get the job done they did need organization and someone at the head. Plus it would make working with the less desirable people easier instead of just butting heads with them on the mission.

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Unfortunately for Phoebe (and by that extent, Louis), Louis just didn't know when to shut up.

He went on this rant... that didn't go anywhere. Phoebe tried to spare the whole lot of them the time and energy of hearing him drone on and on, before she tried to stop him.

"Louis." Phoebe cut in, only for him to continue. "Louis." Only for him to seemingly ignore her. When he finished, Phoebe was basically facepalming, shaking her head side to side as she realized that Louis was kind of a moron. Just in the social sense.

"... You don't know when to quit, do ya'?" Phoebe said, before Zhi-Ya chimed in, trying to get everyone to calm down regardless, she had a point, but there was something that Phoebe had to note. "Regardless of how we feel about his 'talent'-" Me being more concerned about how Louis isn't allowed near schools. "We don't have time to make adjustments to his equipment. We'll have to suck it up."

Phoebe's arc darted towards D-A, as she said, "And that means all of us."

Before she was, fortunately, saved by Commander Morrison finally beginning briefing.

Okay, so basically, the whole lot of Deltawatch are going to head to Russia (Assisted by Symmetra's teleporters), and help transport two artifacts. One of which being armor that has enough firepower to blow a skyscraper in half! That made the Berserk armor seem like a chump! She was pretty surprised that they're even allowed in Russia - then again, they're operating off the books here. Especially when Talon is involved. Another thing that was on her mind was the info they had on Talon. Other than Reaper and Widowmaker being the heavy hitters, Phoebe heard that they gathered themselves a band of goons to do their bidding.

"Commander Morrison," Phoebe raised her hand to get his attention, "In the event that Talon does attack the cargo, what is our intelligence on them? I know we are all well aware of Reaper, and Widowmaker, but what about the others?"

Fynn was rarely one for meetings, but when Reaper called one, he made sure to be there, at least in some capacity. This time, he had kept to himself, off in the corner while their motley little crew decided that a leader might be a good thing for this mission. He wrinkled his nose. He wasn't a follower, but he doubted this assorted group of psychos would ever find it in them to follow a kid like him, so he kept quiet. Plus, he wasn't all that fond of working in a team anyways. No need to be in charge of that team.

"Laser Boy you seem like you have a few ideas running wild up in that head of yours. Why don't you take point on this one?" Fynn offered. The sniper didn't have much time to dispute Fynn's nomination. Their copters were leaving any second, and the greater of a head start they had on Overwatch, the better.

T.H.

"Fine fine...guess I'll let you guys do all the thinking. I'll just be over here with my toys then."

He laughs again as he goes back to his seat and takes out his wristwatch as it seemed to stretch out to now a sort of utility device covering his wrist. Taking out a small screwdriver of sorts to start working on it, Louis didn't seem to really care much for the meeting. Sure, he was taking in every word they were saying and understanding the situation but he'd rather just...get out there and get it done. The present was already ticking away and every time these guys want to argue about how noisy he is, he kinda hopes it points them toward just getting to the location already. However, this one last supply check on his Nano-Machines couldn't hurt anybody, especially himself.

Everything's set...but man these people ask a lot of questions that aren't really needed. Just plan out like 20-25 different scenarios in your head and you'll be fine. Otherwise, you'll end up doing more thinking than me...and I already think too much.

The scientist giggles once more as he keeps playing around, mostly just tapping the screwdriver against his wrist in a beat as he waited patiently. Though if this takes any longer from the others asking more questions, he was going to find a way to make this chair spin and just keep it spinning.

"So...just watch out for bad guys and guard things? Sure, nothing too hard...could be much worse I bet."

@Rekaigan@Mr Allen J@Haru Nyan

He looked to the bespectacled operative. Though terribly mannered, was one of the more sensible characters here. He asked him to deliberate his plan, Reaper didn't seem to have qualms with letting him lead for the moment.

"Very well", he shifted around a bit to change his stance. He had a few plans in mind, explosives to blow out the rail up ahead, a stealth operation, it all came down to who went with who. Before being placed in this ragtag team, everyone should have received some dossier on their abilities. He certainly took the time to read them.

"Based on the abilities of everyone present, I suggest these for the teams. Team A assigned to train R will consist of... Heliox, Theodore, and Medix. Team B assigned to train B will consist of me, Mortem, and Scorn", he started.

"Team A will make use of their direct combat skills, and make it a living hell for our guests to even set foot on the train. I would suggest waiting until you figure out which carriage has our cargo before letting loose. Once secured, separate the cart from the train for our transports to pick up as well as extraction", a sound plan. Theodore's poison abilities and Medix' were more deadly in a smaller area, and a train was certainly just that.

"Team B however, will make use of stealth. Scorn will move to scout the enemy locations, while Mortem will find the controls to the train as well as the cargo, once identified, he will detach the compartment containing the cargo for transports to pick up. I will keep the rooftops covered and keep an eye out for any unusual movements. With luck, they won't even have a chance to fight back and we can be out before anyone knows we were there", he finished. Three stealth operatives meant a quiet operation, something he was very familiar with. It was the SAS' MO after all. Precision and silence.

Viper gave a silent hiss at Sanguine's jab , but he did not give a retort. He'd have his chance when the agent inevitably slipped up and revealed one of Talon's many secrets to one of those fellows he always seemed to be on the phone to when he saw him, 100mg of LSD into his system would surely be amusing to watch.

After Reaper's briefing, the scientist began to hatch a plan in his head; but he was interrupted by the agent that had been camouflaged in the room for some time What was his name? Arklight? Archlight. That was it. Listening to Archlight's plan, he had to agree, and began to form another plan accordingly " I agree with Archlight's team arrangements and so forth, however I have a suggestion for how us three shall retrieve the goods from the train" the toxicologist spoke as he gestured to Medix and the Omnic, Heliox "After locating our objective, I will release a highly dense gas and a vial of acid for good measure, into the carriage; obscuring the view and possibly killing the guards on board. After that Heliox may enter the cart and clear out the survivors, with our assistance if there are a fair few guards left. After that we may take the prize with ease and leave" After announcing his proposed plan, his gloved hands moved under his cloak, checking for the various concoctions and acids needed for his mission. He briefly pulled out a small vial filled with a black gas and shook it before rather cautiously opening it slightly, causing a small puff of black gas to escape. He quickly closed the vial and returned it under his cloak.

Morrison's first question came from Flashover again, asking which team will be with who.

"I was just going to get to that," he responds, "Team Robin will be with McCree, handling the cargo on Train B, while Team Exusia will be with Zarya on on Train R. That means you are with McCree keeping guard with the laser."

Just then, Exusia spoke up and asked what if Talon sends his own forces to hit the cargo. And she wasn't mentioning much about Reaper and Widowmaker.

"Then it is up to you guys to protect the cargo." he replies solemnly, "That's also another reason Zarya and McCree are going to give you a helping hand on this mission. You'll basically either be with an Ex-Blackwatch member or one of the strongest woman in the world (or so she says)."

And with that, he checks the time, and sees that it's time for them to go.

"Now..." he says, "Without further ado, get into your teams and move out. The teleporters are at the end of the hall to the left hallway. Good luck heroes."

With that, Morrison and the rest of the advisors began to pack up and leave, while Robin and perhaps Exrusia began to form up their teams.

"Cmon guys!" he calls out to his teammates, "Lets finally get this show on the road!"

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David was the first to ask Reaper a question, asking who will be in chain of the command, but before he can answer, Mortem, aka Fynn, showed up, or at the very least spoke up as he offers David to lead the charge for one of the trains. Reaper slowly tilts his head to the young sniper, the very same one who offered command to be given to this mission. Underneath that mask, Gabriel Reyes smiles rather notoriously.

"Chandler," he slowly responds with a hiss, "Since you always want a hand guiding you in the missions, lets see how you fare as a leader. Tell us YOUR plan."

With that Chandler explains his plan. Heliox, Theodore, and Medix will go on Train R, with the omnic leading the attack, while him, Mortem, and Scorn would take Train B. He then explained who will be doing who and creating a rather solid plan. Reaper listens silently till he finished, giving a very quick second of response until responding verbally.

"Not bad... for a rookie." the masked man responded.

Just then Viper finally speaks up, mostly towards Heliox's group, in where he will release a highly dense gas and a vial of acid for good measure, into the carriage; obscuring the view and possibly killing the guards on board. After that Heliox will enter the cart and clear out the survivors, with our assistance if there are a fair few guards left. They'll then take the prize with ease and leave.

Reaper nods with approval. He then turns to the others, "You've heard them. Form up into those specified teams and get to the copters ASAP. Dismissed."

With that, Reaper walks off as the others head to their respected copters. Heliox signals for Theodore, Viper, and Medix to come with him, while Chandler would perhaps have his own forces come with him.

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Michael stood up quickly, before remembering to acknowledge the orders from Soldier 76. "Yes boss! Er, sir!" Mike turned then, ready to run for the hallway. Robin called out to Mike, and his squadmates. He held up a hand. "Right, sure thing boss. I gotta go grab my suit though, didn't wanna stomp into briefing in that walking boat. Heh." With that, he moved to dash from the room. Swinging his head, he saw the Flashover armor standing where he had left it last night in preparation for the mission. "Oh, right, duh."

Michael stepped up to the metal suit and opened a small panel on the back. He punched a pass code into the screen that sprung from the panel, and the armor opened with a soft hiss. Mike climbed up into the suit, and it sealed up behind him. Michael took a couple steps in place and swung his metal arms in a small arc to make sure everything was functioning. "All greens. Flashover's ready to rock."

Flashover turned around, and clomped back toward the briefing room, waiting for the rest of the squad.

It wasn't long after when Zhi-Ya stepped in to take action, and thankfully managed to calm down the aggression of the cyborg. He flashed a glance back at T.H., not even saying another word. The best thing he can do right now is hope he doesn't have to resort to desperate measures just to ensure his survival, that and ignoring him is good too. He sighed as he had no choice but to comply with Phoebe...Groaning to himself like a teenager who had just been scolded, D-A crossed his arms, grumbling immaturely. Fortune did however manage to smile upon him, as he-and the rest of his team-will be teaming up with Zarya! Freakin' Zarya, y'know, a woman who looks like she could punch a boulder in half with little to no effort? And do it in style with that rockin' pink hair! Gotta hand it to her, very few people can pull a trait like that.

Aww yeah, now they're talkin'. D-A was just about ready to zip and zoom head-first into the teleporter and start kicking ass, but it'd be rude of him to strand his crew out here. So, with that they might as well discuss tactics and whatnot. "I dunno about you fellas, but I'm just about ready to slice and dice just to make me feel good again." With a grunt, D-A's blades pop free and he sharpens them with each other, he couldn't wait to test these babies out and feel sorry for the poor sod who will be unfortunate enough to receive the brunt end of it.